Office #7, Thursday Afternoon

[raspberryturk]

Damn, he was going to miss this place.

Ah, there was the chair that Reno had sat in on Parents' Weekends. And there was the dust that he'd failed to acknowledge because, so help him, offices meant paperwork, and the last thing Reno wanted to be stuck doing was paperwork. And that was his best coffee mug

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[withoutverona]

Across an ocean, Romeo was bored. Painfully, infectiously bored.

For some reason, he decided this was Reno's problem and placed a phone call.

"Reno, tell me things there aren't as dull as things here."

Hello was for other people.

[raspberryturk]

"Things here? Dull?" Some phone calls just never got old. Reno barely stifled a chuckle as he settled back against his desk. "You ever remember a time when Fandom was dull, man?"

Pause.

"Well, okay, the sight across the causeway's been dull for a bit. Island's been movin' about this summer, and parked itself in some place where everything's all black an' white, yo."

[withoutverona]

"Classes were dull some weeks," Romeo said stubbornly. "Nothing else. But in truth, I'd take Tokyo over some black-and-white world. What are the people like?"

[raspberryturk]

Reno wrinkled his nose before replying to that one. What were the people like?

"Fluffy."

Okay, there were better words for it than that.

"It's the kinda place where the firefighters got nothin' better to do than hang around in the park, helpin' kittens outta trees, zoto."